" So we need to go restaurant shopping. It's not a good diet plan." We'll just restaurant browse." And how do we approach the swapping part?" Just tal...ing about it makes me horny." Me-e-e too," said Sandy."Strip poker for starters or blindfold them and make them guess who's making out with them. Or some other type of adult game." How about a combination. But would they let us blindfold them?" They're so confused now after our switching places at the table and in the car and our silent. Is there an opening at all?’ Solace asked hopefully. ‘Hmmm. I think I might be able to squeeze you in. What kind of shape are we talking here Solace—Freda Flab or Bertha Buns of Steal? Ardena laughed at her own joke. ‘Well, I might not be Bertha B., but I haven’t had to sign up for Weight Watchers yet either,’ Solace said, proud that she had at least danced around her living room and kept up her walking routine to keep down the pounds. ‘When do you want to start?’ Ardena asked, checking her. . and even so, halfway thru, the door jamb was pushed into my cleavage like it was trying to tit-fuck me... and that made me horny! FUCK! EVERYTHING was making me horny! I oohed and ahhed and gave into the urge, my hands on the giant “tits” rubbing them on either side of the doorjamb, making like I was tit-fucking it, like I was going to make the fucking hotel room COME! I was horny over the fact that when I laid down on my back in the bed, I couldn't see much of the room around me. I was horny. She could feel the change in the chemistry between them. Paul was still massaging her breast, but the gesture had lost all its intensity. His hand was simply idling upon her. She glanced down, unintentionally meeting Paul’s gaze. The deep sympathy she saw within made her uncomfortable.Rather insistently, she pulled his head closer to her chest, hoping to resume the mutually-pleasurable attention he’d been giving it. Paul either took the hint, or simply succumbed to his deeper urges. Either way,.